Friends in New York City have been telling self about the sudden drop in temperature.
All clear here, on the northern California coast! Feeling lucky.
Posting for Hammad Rais’s Weekend Sky challenge.
Tag: Saturdays
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Harsh and only lightly governed, it was nothing like Abu Dhabi, let alone London. In the city center, Victorian buildings left by the British had been neglected to the point of rot. Even the newer structures, exposed to the dusty wind, looked battered, as if decades of wear had been concentrated into a few years . . . Despite appearances, the city was a promising place to operate, with a location critical to maritime commerce and considerable margin for profit, as long as you had some connections and an eye for opportunity in the liminal spaces of its economy.
— Dead in the Water: A True Story of Hijacking, Murder, and a Global Maritime Conspiracy, p. 193 -
What is this flower? It is GORGEOUS! Thought it might be a clematis, but have you ever seen an orange clematis???
Found in the garden of The Pinschower Inn in Cloverdale, California.
Posting for Cee Neuner’s Flower of the Day.
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Pulled the old switcheroo because she couldn’t endure being terrorized by The Terror, especially since EVERYONE ON THE EXPEDITION DIES. This is not a spoiler since, unless you’ve had your head under a rock, all you have to do is google the main characters and you can learn all about their fates on Wikipedia.
Her current read is Fuentes’ short story collection Are We Ever Our Own.
There were babies born without surnames, and girls who walked unimpeded into the ocean, their white nightgowns floating in the waves.
— “The Burial of Fidelia Armando Cassell”, Story # 2 in Are We Ever Our Own
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Self was at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in November. It was cold. First thing every morning, she’d open the windows of her room and marvel at the view.
Posting for Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday.
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Juan Diaz de Solis, chief pilot on the Spanish expedition to discover the Moluccas Islands, set out in October 1515.
His hopes were raised when he discovered the estuary of the River Plate in 1516, shortly before being tragically captured, along with the majority of his companions, and more than likely eaten by the Guarani Indians.
— Conquistadores: A New History of Spanish Discovery and Conquest, p. 88 -
Excerpt from Alcohol
— translated by Virlana Tkacz and Wanda Phipps
On the terrace the left-over cups of tea
are filling up with rain water
and cigarette butts,
you and I share a cold
you and I share long conversations —
you don’t notice the morning rain
you go to sleep late
and you wake up late
I write poems about how I love
this woman, and I invent
newer and newer words
to avoid
telling her.Serhiy Zhadan is the most popular poet of the post-independence generation in Ukraine. His work speaks to the disillusionment, difficulties, and ironies brought by the collapse of the Soviet Union.
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Much thanks to Life of B for hosting Walking Squares!
It is cold. Today it is too cold (and blustery) to walk. These pictures of Lake Annaghmakerrig are from two days ago.
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Books We’ve Never Read (an Excerpt)
— translated from the Ukrainian by Askold Melnyczuk
Books we’ve never read are opening for us.
Towns shimmer in the night air.
Cold dawns. Warm autumn train stations.
The roads turn like pages. Eyes reddened by wind._____________
Marjana Savka is a writer, publisher, community activist, and chief editor and co-founder of Vydavny Staroha Leva (Old Lion Publishing House). Born in the village of Kopychyntsi, Ternopil oblast, she currently lives and works in Lviv. Savka is the author of the poetry collections Oholeni rusla (Naked River Beds, 1995), Hirka mandrahora (Bitter Mandragora, 2002), Kokhannia i viina (Love and War, 2002, together with Marianna Kiianovska).
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Is everyone addicted to extremes? How do people stay married? Surely they reach a compromise between infatuated and withholding. I never thought of Marc as a boyfriend. Boyfriends were people who fled. Marc stuck around. I was his boyfriend; he wasn’t mine.
— John weir’s “katherine mansfield,” in the collection your nostalgia is killing me
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